I believe it’s not a matter of time and place
But about how we let us chase and be chased
By the worries of our child inside,
To experience wonder
– nowadays we demand thunder
It’s not enough with a train ride to the forest
It’s the urge to feel enticed,
All at once or it does not count
Where is the magic in the tiny moments?
Or, foremost, the ability to grasp them?
Have we all become major-moment-junkies?
We share snippets of filtered happenings to strangers
But seldom store them in oneself
– to share with loved ones around the dinner-table
The constant chase for something bigger & better
Leaves us missing life as it passes by